I'm Coming Home Lyrics - The Riddle Box - Insane Clown Posse

I'm Coming Home 

I live my life in the gutter 

And this gutter is who I am 

Take me back home to my gutter 

And I swear I won't ever leave again! 

[Violent J] 

Hey, I'm coming home 

Home to the criminals and crooks 

Home to the gangbangers shooting dirty looks 

Home to the killer cops beating on my ass 

Home to my '72 Velarick, praying it will last 

Pass by the rich bitches trying to play me out 

Dawging on my neighborhood, don't know what it's about 

So now I'm clockin dunkets, never hang out with the rich 

I'd rather hang out with the crooked at the party store, bitch 

Give me codey, dawg, with a little smog 

'cause it tastes better than the poisonous fog 

Seeping from the sewers in my slummy neighborhood 

But the ghetto got love and the love is all good 

So I don't give a fuck about your mansion by the lake 

You can suck my dingaling until your neck breaks 

'cause all I want to do is hang with the zombie 

In the zone, break out with the Faygo, I'm coming home 

[Chorus (1x)] 

Home to the creatures, home to the crooks 

Home to the fools readin witchcraft books 

Home to the monsters roaming the land 

I want to come home but ya don't understand 

[Shaggy 2 Dope] 

Bitch, I'm coming home and I'm not alone 

Jokers and freaks, and their dead body bones 

Every single thing that you never want to see 

Add it all together and you got me 

I know nobody gives a fuck about your punk ass rules 

Keystone coppers and your hypocrite schools 

I'd much rather lay around the streets of the gutter 

And make dirty phone calls to your rich mother 

Caught her passed midnight and I'm waking up the dead 

Then we playin kickball with somebody's head 

We got skinny dipping in the barrels of toxic waste 

After that I pour myself a little taste 

So tell your daughter that she's nothing but a fat bitch 

And all my homies don't care if the hoes rich 

Somebody out here, please, let me know where there's a phone 

I need to call my mother and tell her I'm coming home 

[Chorus (1x)] 

[Violent J] 

And I'm coming home, chicken chicken bones 

Sugar prom bushes, and ice cream cones 

All these fake people sayin hi to one another 

Then they sit around and talk shit about each other 

Watering they grass, digging in they ass 

Trying to make sure they didn't lose any cash 

Working hard, all your life, and now you're finally rich 

But look at you, you're just another whack bitch 

[Shaggy 2 Dope] 

Crawl in the slum that's where I'm from 

Murderers and slaughterers, so that's what I've become 

Spare a little change 'cause I just ran out of gas 

Reach for your quarter and I'll stick your fuckin ass 

[Violent J] Nobody wants to be around the ghetto breed 

But the ghetto got each other and that's all we really need 

[Shaggy 2 Dope] So what the fuck am I doing down here, I gotta land of my own 

[Violent J] Eh yo, dawg, fuck it, huh, we going home 

[Chorus (9x)]